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When he came back after removing the coal-scuttle, Tommy Brock
was lying a little more sideways; but he seemed even sounder
asleep. He was an incurably indolent person; he was not in the least
afraid of Mr. Tod; he was simply too lazy and comfortable to move.
Mr. Tod came back yet again into the bedroom with a clothes line.
He stood a minute watching Tommy Brock and listening attentively
to the snores. They were very loud indeed, but seemed quite
natural.
Mr. Tod turned his back towards the bed, and undid the window. It
creaked; he turned round with a jump. Tommy Brock, who had
opened one eye—shut it hastily. The snores continued.